#Crapi Apartments

[kisasan]

Dkbk | Collage AU | No quirks au | TW // Weight Gain | Model AU

Thinkig about struggling college student bakugou,who desperately needs money for rent,bills and his college tuition,he looked through many different jobs advertisements but none them pays that well.

One day he stumbles upon a job offer for plus size models,it pays very well,even more than he needs but there is one tiny little problem…he is slim,in fact even pretty muscular since he does work out regularly.So he throws that idea away,but it's still on his mind even days later,so he decided „fuck it” and gain some weight to become the best plus size model the world has ever seen!

And It’s way more important to him to make money rather than counting to live in this crapy apartment and constantly deny himself every little thing! + if college life taught him anything useful it is were to get a lot of good and cheap food so gaining some weight will be an easy task!

So bakugou begins his plan,he starts eating all of kinds of food,sweet,sour,salty,sweet and salty,sour and sweet etc.

He is almost constantly eating or drinking something,no so secretly enjoying himself,since before he was avoiding fast food or any kind of snacks,now he buys and eats whatever catches his eye,he also ditched his workout almost completely,beside doing some yoga here and there.

So after only few weeks bakugou was already starting to get noticeably chubby,he didn’t expect to gain weight so easily and fast,which before he probably would have hate,but now it’s literally a blessing! his face had noticeably got rounded,his arms got softer,his ass got bigger,but most importantly his stomach got bigger and softer than he expected to be by only few weeks of gaining weight,it was becoming noticeably bigger and bigger by each passing day of which bakugou was very proud of!

After only few months he was almost unrecognizable,his face was puffier and rounder,his arms were big and soft,his ass was bigger too and it was also nicely shaped from all the yoga he was doing,his legs were bigger and shaped very nicely as well,but most importantly he had a gut! it was big,soft and perfectly round,and bakugou very much enjoyed showing it off by wearing fitted t-shirts,shirts that were one or two sizes smaller than what he „should” be wearing,and he looked fantastic in it! he knew how to dress himself and he didn’t hide it,not that he wanted to.

Bakugou didn’t feel this good and confident since he moved out for college to this cheap ass apartment,yes he could ask his parents for money but he wanted to be independent for so long! he doesn’t need their money! he will be perfectly fine by himself,thank you very much!

Anyways,since he achieved his goal,he had applied for a job as a model,bakugou was a bit nervous (not that he ever admitted to it…) that he won’t get a job and all of this will be pointless…not that he hate it his new look/weight,he absolutely love it! and he ditched the idea of losing weight about 55 pounds ago or so,he was absolutely going to stay as he is now but still he would be a bit disappointed…

Luckily he did get a job!!!

And that’s how Bakugou started his long career as a model! he quickly become very popular and successful,he was known as-„Dynamight” ,but no one knew how he exactly looked like,since all of the photos were and are taken from the neck down,he honestly prefers it this way,it gives him some privacy and he doesn’t have to deal with paparazzi’s and fans all the time,he also moved in to a much better,bigger and expensive apartment.

Bakugou was living his best life! enjoying his job,doing amazing in college,eating all sorts of delicious food that he couldn’t afford before,buying clothes that he wanted for a long time and creating amazing looks with them,showing his looks off in public or on his social media for his fans to see and praise him for,buying merchandise and figures of his favorite childhood superhero from a popular cartoon-All might

The life could not be better for Katsuki Bakugou!

Till one day he got an job opportunity to do a photoshoot with a famous fashion model-Deku,apparently he caught the model’s eye,and he is dreaming of working with him! and it’s very well paid!

So he gladly agrees to the offer,but little does he knows that this the beginning of his hot and passionate romance (and in the future marriage) with the world’s famous model/sweetheart-Izuku „Deku” Midoriya

[athena-85]

🤢Fans that believe the pelvis theory confirms their ship (Gwynr*el) are wrong because: 🙅‍♀️

You may not know this, but Sarah was adopted.

Given that part of her history, do you really think that she’s going to make a book with a main female character that can’t be with their CHOSEN love interest because they can’t have biological kids?

Sarah would never prevent two characters from being together because they cannot have biological children given her own history. I’m sorry but you are insane if you think that she would keep them apart because of that reason and you are kinda a crapy person🤷‍♀️.

She even says it is important to her…

Take some time to be a better person.

[megapatty2006]

"What If Verosika worked for I.M.P?"

Now awhile back I made this of art of Verosika, and to be honest, I don't like it, but I do wanna cover the Au I briefly made cause why not.

Basically this Is a "What if" Verosika worked at I.M.P, the major difference being that Verosika in this Au never found success in music and never dated Blitzo, however, struggling to survive, she ends up seeking a job at some "lowly Imp Company" where despite having..literally no experience in killing, she was hired by Blitz...which still confuses everyone but hey he's the boss. At the very least, Blitz taught Verosika how to defend herself and she even got custom pistols from him as a gift. She, like Blitz, doesn't like talking about her past, mainly cause she was embarrassed about never amounting to anything. now time for her relations with her co-workers.

Blitzo

She met Blitz by complete accident in a bar, intionaly, Blitz tried to flirt with her but soon enough Verosika (who was a bit drunk) began to overshare about her troubles and that she was going to lose her apartment if she didn't pay her rent soon. Filled with a bit of slight guilt and panic, Blitz did something out of character and offered her a job at I.M.P....even if she had no experience and for at least a bit and would be underly helpless. Nowadays, she and Blitz are...something...the two get along great and occasionally Verosika and Blitz disappear out of no where and are gone for at least a couple hours...doing Satan knows what, in fact she seems to have a thing for Blitz and clearly wants to be more than...whatever they are, but with Blitzos arrangement with Prince Stolas, she often finds herself jealous and disliking the prince.

Moxxie

Verosika and Moxxie hate eachother, Verosika sees him as a whiny small dicked loser that won't shut up, and Moxxie sees Verosika as a overall horrible person to work with.

Millie

Verosika and Millie surprisingly get along fine, even with the tension between Moxxie and Millie though they often bicker about stupid things, then laugh it off like nothing happend.

Loona

Verosika and Loona are....friends? V thinks? They get along fine compared to how Loona acts around the others but they don't really talk much. Loona knows about Verosika and her dads whole weird relationship and often cringes about it, but overall Loona is "neutral" with Verosika, but V hopes to change that one day.

Anybody feel free to ask me some stuff if anybody is interested!! The art is kinda crapy so let me know if I should remake it!!

[julesthequirky]

Toy Soldier - A Michael!Dean and Reader Ficlet

Toy Soldier

Characters/Pairing: A Michael!Dean and F!Reader Ficlet- no ship

Summary: The reader finds Michael!Dean in her apartment.

W/C: 773 words

Warnings: cussing, use of the C word.

A/N: Beta'd by the lovely @princessmisery666. It also feels great to be back in the fanfic realm :)

The door slammed against the wall as you pushed your way inside, arms heaving with shopping bags, as you’d absolutely refused to make two trips. Finally, you dumped the loaded bags on the floor. Heaving a massive sigh of relief, you flipped the hallway light on and kicked the door closed.

The bags needed taking to the kitchen, and you hung your head, readying yourself for the final trip.

Dammit. Once again, you picked up the loot and shuffled to the kitchen. You wanted to do nothing but sit and watch TV, but frozen and refrigerated food needed to be properly stowed away, and they wouldn’t magically walk themselves to their respective places.

It took a while to put everything away. As a reward, you grabbed a cold canned beer from the fridge and headed for the front room.

“How nice of you to finally join me.”

Jesus fuck! You whirled around and threw the can at the intruder. Michael, with the face of Dean, sat on your crapy couch. He caught the can deftly and set it to one side.

“Hope I’m not getting in the way of your… burgeoning alcoholism?” He looked at the can of cheap beer.

You stood, hands curled into fists, breathing hard. “Get out.”

Michael sighed and stood. Dean’s green eyes never left yours. He crooked a finger and gestured for you to come closer. His action stirred a fire within you. It ruffled you the way he expected you to just obey his non-verbal command. He was crazy. It made you feel inferior and childlike as if you were about to be reprimanded for doing something you shouldn’t have.

“Such defiant creatures.” He muttered.

Michael again crooked his finger and gestured you over. This time his eyes lit up blue, seeming to dissolve the thin patience he had. Outrage filled you as he took away your choice, as your feet betrayed you with each step until you stood so close your nose almost brushed his chest.

“Why must you make things harder for yourself?” He asked, tipping your chin and forcing those green irises on you.

“You’re the one breaking and entering into private property.”

“I procured myself a key from your landlord. He was more than generous after explaining the situation.”

“what do you want?” You asked, defeated.

“I need information.”

What information did he need that required you?

“And you’re going to freely give it.”

You snorted. Not bloody likely.

“If I have to take what I want, it will leave you broken. So this way works best for you.”

Son of a bitch. He was going to drag it out. For God knows how long. Regardless, you wouldn’t give in so easily.

“No thanks. I’ve got a life here, and I like it.”

His hand curled around your neck, reminding you who had the real power and that he could easily crush your windpipe if he wished. Dean’s face swooped down upon yours, nose to nose with you.

“Y/N, you’re on the verge of being evicted, and the power companies are threatening to shut you off. You’re living a sad existence, hitting rock bottom, and the only thing you can do is drown yourself in alcohol. Admit it, you’re nothing without Dean Winchester.”

No. No fucking way. Had he been watching you? The awareness crept up your spine, and it dawned on you that you’d never managed to escape. Those green eyes burned into yours, so much so that you could memorise each fleck and shade. Those eyes would haunt you in nightmares and would delight you in your dreams.

So what if you had a crap life? Who was he to come up in here and demand things of you?

“You look like a fuckin’ newsboy, you cunt.”

His eyes closed, and he sighed. The heat of his breath fanning over your face.

“That’s enough of that.” He pressed his fingers to your lips. You grimaced and opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. You shot him daggers.

“I was nice. I even waited for you to put away your shopping, but then you insulted me. So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to do as I say. When I require information, you’re going to give it. You will be my obedient toy soldier.”

You shook your head. You would never do his bidding. Dean’s forefinger and thumb gripped your chin. Michael nodded, smirking. Once more, his eyes lit up, and your will and defiance melted away, leaving only an insatiable appetite to please Michael.

“That’s my good girl.” Michael purred, pleased with your sudden change of mind.

[kosi-annec]

[HAIKYUU!!] Season 3 episode 6

Eyo flashback? GSAP OMG YOUNGER 3RD YEAR TRIO! Aww they were all so nervous that's so cute. Mmmm I don't like how un-energetic the rest of the old team are

God I can't imagine the disappointment they felt when they saw the state of the team... I would've felt so disheartened

"yeah or a dad, you sure you're just a first year?" OMG IT'S CANON LMAO

Awww their love for volleyball was what got them together so they worked together to improve

Idk who this fluffy haired dude is, but he was the hinata of the team 100%, like look at that enthusiasm

"and then miagi prefecture prelims" aaand here comes the sadness

HOL UP IS THAT THE SAME OLD GUY IN RED CAP??? holy shit he really is an og

I bet that fluffy haired guy is watching karasuno right now, and i bet he's damn happy that it didn't take 'distant future'

Back to present, COME ON CROWS! Break the tie and claim this set! YES USE EVERYTHING YOU'VE LEARNED!!

21-21 oh come on, TAKE THE LEAD GUYS

Yeah kage ain't doing a dump- AYO SURPRISE MOTHAFUCKA! Hinata too fast for your puny eyes to catch!

"these guys are machines" omg who was that LMAO

That was the WRONG thing to say tadashi, abort abort! Oop nevermind he can't abort, he's on the field lol

"this jerk's been practicing with fukurodani's setter!? makes me.. kinda jealous!" Lol ofc you would kage

Come on tadashi, show em wat you're made of! Why's he all the way over there?? OH? AYO!? Goddamn, tsuki and kage be holding out on us. Also good serve tadashi!

Yeah what tanaka said, unleash it! WTF?? Ok but that spiking animation for ushi was so smooth holy shit, like that push of perspective with anatomy??

Hinata stop yelling you're supposed to be resting. SHIT TSUKI NO- Oh thank god he saved it, good job tsuki

Oh shit right, shiratorizawa is used to more than 4 set matches, but this is new to the crows, so some of em might start reaching their limit...

"you creep me out when you apologize, I don't accept it" lmao classic tsuki

So their other pinch server is a tanka lookin guy got it- HEY THAT'S TADASHI'S THING!!

Wha- omg he did a tap instead of a spike?? Guess ushi ain't against those either

Uhhh.. someone check up on kage's sanity, like i understand your sentiment, but chill out dude..

You don't sound good kage, i think you should take Suga's offer on this man..

Ah shit, ushi's serving- wait it hit the net, OMG THAT WAS INTENTIONAL. Ngl I don't see how this is sheer power, mr shiratorizawa coach, this is more skill if anything

HHHH COME ON CROWS PLEASE DON'T LET THEM GET THIS POINT

YES THAT'S OUR GUARDIAN! COME KN CROWS! YES GOOD JOB TSUKI n KAGE

Omg both of u stop it and chill out, less bickering more conserving jesus

Lmao everyone just going "who tf?"

Wait i think this is the first time I've heard hinata call kage 'crapy-yama' in like, a while

"I'll hit any sucky ass sets you send my way" "the only sucky ass thing around here is you" LMAO THIS SCENE

Sugamama on field! Yesss someone on the team that isn't fuckin exhausted, nice call suga

OOOH kage serving, hopefully he ain't gonna fall apart this at this moment.. NICE SERVE!

HOLY SHIT how they animated hinata zooming around?? Oh shit it's short- WAIT OMG HE HIT IT, HE SAVED THE SET LET'S GOOO

Jesus hinata stop being adorable, kage how cold are you to be immune to this ray of sunshine??

[yepthisiswhatithink]

venom in marvel p1

so i just had the most incredible idea: Give a teenager venom, we know that a part of him was left in that bar, so in an end credit scene showing a teen going to collect their drunk father from the bar, they sit at the bar as they ask the bar keep where their dad is. they put their elbows on the table and talked for a bit about where he could have gone, that would give Venom enough time to attach to the teen-lets provide them with a name how about Cynthia. yeah, Cynthia Holms, a nonbinary lesbian trying to understand how they are going to live their life,- and they would go home to their apartment over the corner store, with no luck finding their dad, then they begin to hear venom's voice. at first, they dismiss it as another sign of mental illness for the school counselor to ramble on about. but then they get hungry, but they know there isn't much in the fridge and this kid-They convince Venom to shut up if they go to the store downstairs and get the crapy convenience store burritos. and so they go down to the store, they don't have enough to pay but the cashier has been watching cynthia grow up and as always just lets Cynthia take what they need. they try to pay part of it. but the cashier doesn't let them. so cynthia heads back to their apartment, they are not freaked out about Venom, they have to many other things to worry about.

[stillsmybeatingheart]

[jams-sims]

I will say this a lot of games have been forgoing the whole lets establish the characters and world. And lets quickly jump into the action because gamers have the attention span of a Goldfish.

What I mean is, I wish we started the game moving into a crapy apartment. We stayed broke longer because as much as i loved the game. It had major pacing issues.

I think it would have also befitted the Boss. Your character. You wears confidance like a sheild. You worry a lot about if your friends are happy. Because you can sorta just imply the Boss has been through a lot for a good chunk of their life. And maybe fucked up a lot of their relationships in the past. Its the reason why you care so much about having a normal day out. Its why the Nahualli latches onto you, you are the same. But you are desperate to keep your friends and protect them. While also feeding that murdous hunger.

Meaning- Everyone in the group has some type of issues. Kevin body image and committment issues (but not in the gross way), Neenah is confrimed an immgrant and lost her mother moved into a gang because im assuming its had the biggesr clutch of her people in it. Eli has anxiety clear as fucking day and I don't think he would have moved into a run down apartment easily without being in a dire situation.

[yoongihime]

What’s wrong with you and why do you hybrid stories I’m disgusted

Hi anon, first off I want to say sorry that you feel that way, I don’t mean to offend people by whatever I happen to post on my own blog, which is why I try really hard to tag everything I write with the proper warnings/ aus/ triggers and even if I make a mistake I am quick to acknowledge it and apologize because like every other human, I’m not perfect. 

That being said, I would dearly hope you don’t bother yourself with things you find “disgusting” because that would be a waste of your time. If you would be so inclined to categorize my blog under such terms then I kindly implore you to simply scroll past me and my little corner of existence on this website, I’m honestly not a big blog, so I’ll be that much easier to ignore. I am able to be happy with myself in the little community that I have built. I would really be happy if you could understand that my stories are also for those who find enjoyment in them. I don’t know if you’ll even read this but, to each their own anon and with that I wish you a lovely rest of your day. 

[gosiksmallspace]

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!  

Thank you for tagging me @verochkasnightmarecorner, I’m not sure if you mean finished work of WIPs, but I don’t have 20 for sure so I’m mixing it:

When Hyunsoo saw the contents of the red, fancy shopping bag that Jaeho had given him, he sent his hyung a look of absolute disgust. (The Merciless, Silk)

Han Jaeho was late. (The Merciless, Waiting For Love)

The pain in Hyunsoo’s shoulder spread over his whole body, but it was nothing compared to the torture his mind was for the last few hours. (The Merciless, World Apart)

As part of Hyunsoo’s assignment, his home address was changed to a small, horrid apartment in an uninviting neighborhood, to go along his cover story. (The Merciless, Cuddles and other sleeping habits)

Hyunsoo stubbornly stared at the ceiling. (The Merciless WIP, Lingerie)

Ko Byungchul had a lot of crapy things in his office. (The Merciless WIP, The night when Jaeho kills Ko Byungchul)

Hyunsoo's whole body was aching. (The Merciless WIP, Scene after getting the seals from Captain Choi)

Jaeho was busy rummaging through his wardrobe. (The Merciless WIP, Police Uniform)

The first thing he registered coming from the inside of his apartment was male voice. (The Merciless WIP, Home)

“I want McFlurry too,” announced Hoyeol looking at the menu displayed behind a very bored fast food employer. (D.P. WIP, Gen)

I have a tendency to start with one short sentence that works as an introduction to the situation. Also there is one D.P. thing among that Merciless mess now!

Favorite line? When Hyunsoo saw the contents of the red, fancy shopping bag that Jaeho had given him, he sent his hyung a look of absolute disgust.

Tagging, (if you want): @daxianme, @godotismissingx, @bobafvcks, @sofarraway, @igonecrazy, @yardmargs, @fridayvelvet and everyone who wants and I forgot to mention them (sorry!)

[fangirl-on-bitches]

Bittersweet

Javier Peña x Female!Reader.

Word Count: 4k approximately.

Summary: You and Javier have a particular way of saying goodbye, so particular you get a surprise when you get back to the US.

Warning: a lot of cursing, a bit of pregnancy shenanigans, a lot of dialogue and a little messy plot and timelines lol.

A/N: Okay, listen before you continue. When I was younger I used to write, maybe not with the best grammar or the best plot, but sure as hell with a lot of creativity. Now I just can’t be that creative to write a complete fic or hc, so if you find this boring or a waste of time I’m really sorry. If you like this, I appreciate it as I really made an effort to finish it (a crapy ending anyways). I’ll be sincere, I had this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head so I wrote it. I feel like the scenarios aren’t realistic to what could happen in real life (I feel like they are forced or way too dramatic) I really hope I don’t waste your time. (and yes, I chose the name in honor of Pedro’s role in triple frontier)

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You were cursed. Definitely.

You were back in the states, had been for a few weeks, enjoying the warmest sun Miami had to offer along with Connie. You loved relaxing by a peaceful beach after years of chasing after Escobar with your life on the line every hour of every day.

That day you were really excited to wake up and meet Connie to go to the beach, it had been so long since you saw her and little Olivia. You felt at the same time a little uncomfortable with your body that day, bloated and kind of heavy, like there was extra gravity, but the excitement overwhelmed whatever other feeling you might be having.

The beach had some people because it was a nice day, so you lounged along Connie and baby Olivia, eating fried fish with chips as it was beach food. You were laughing at something Connie said about Steve, something about being a pain in the ass, which you agreed with. It was all fun and games until you felt horrible nausea and a pushing need to vomit. Connie, being observant noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong?” before you could answer you ran to the restaurant’s bathroom, puking whatever food you had that day. Connie came close behind you. She gave you a paper towel so you could wipe your mouth.

“Okay, I might be sick.” you admitted flushing the toilet.

Of course, your mood just plummeted to the ground when you were sitting in a private room in the hospital. Connie couldn’t check you, but she was looking for her friend on-call, meanwhile, you looked as baby Liv (as you called Olivia) slept peacefully by your side.

You didn’t like hospitals. They reminded you of your time in Colombia, and although you weren’t shot, your compañeros might have been shot multiple times. There had been too many close calls and so many lives lost, you just got the creeps whenever you heard a gurney moving.

Soon, Connie came back and carried Olivia outside, leaving you with her friend. She presented herself, and asked routine questions. How are you feeling? What happened? Does something hurt? Is your period late? Did you fall and hit your head? Do you have any diseases? Or do you take any medication?

“I do have nausea and I threw up after eating.” She nodded as she took your blood pressure. Then you started thinking. You were thinking really hard.

Your period was late, you didn’t remember how late, but it was late. Two months ago, Steve and you caught Escobar. Steve went straight back home and you had to stay, to finish completing paperwork. Then Javier was back in Colombia to follow the Cali Cartel, but you were assigned back to Miami and couldn’t stay.

To be fair, you were glad to be back home, but you really missed Javier. When shit went down with Los Pepes you were pissed off at Javier. You knew he usually overstepped the line to get intel, but this time he had stepped so far off the line, he wouldn’t be able to see the line.

The night before he left you decided you would drink your consciousness off because you hated to even think that Javier Peña was living in Colombia; after a glass of a really strong Rum and Cola you decided against it and knocked on Javier’s door.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, suggesting that he wasn’t up to listening to more of your nagging. Your head had a million thoughts racing, you wanted to tell him so many things varying from ‘you are an idiot’ to ‘why the fuck did you do this?’ but the only thing you articulate was something like ‘I don’t want you to go’

Javier’s face softened, although you cast down eyes couldn’t actually look at his face, he had stepped aside and invited you inside. “Do you want something to drink?” you shook your head, looking around the apartment. It was almost empty, but it has been pretty empty since the beginning. You sat on the floor, Javier following with a beer in his hand.

“Will you come back?” you asked him, but you already knew the answer.

“I don’t think so, it depends on the higher ups in the states” you nodded, looking at him. You were really going to miss him. “Look, it’s not like we won’t see each other anymore, when you guys catch Escobar-” you laughed humorlessly. How long would that be? Months, another year perhaps? 

Both of you stayed in silence for a while. “I should go.” you told him, standing up, he stood up as well.

“You shouldn’t go.” He told you, squeezing your shoulder tenderly, a familiar touch. You looked at his sweet dark brown eyes, a silly small smile playing on the corners of your lips.

“What do you mean? You have a plane to catch tomorrow.” you remind him, wondering if he was drunk, he clearly wasn’t. His hand, which was still on your shoulder, moved to cup your face. For a second, you were lost and didn’t understand what was happening, until you looked at his eyes again and understood. You didn’t wait for him to lean down, you just wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

You would lie if you have never felt curious as to why every informant in Colombia gave Javier the intel he wanted. After that night you understood why. He was passionate, attentive and a really generous lover. You might have even believed him if he had blurted out an ‘I love you’.

The only reason why you let this happen was because Javier was supposed to stay in the US, officially he wasn’t your (or Steve’s) compañero anymore. And that was true, even when he came back.

“Okay, so your results are in. After you told me you’ve been missing your period for quite a while, I drew some blood to analyze it.”

“Yeah, it must be stress. You know, I worked in Colombia with Connie’s husband and moving back here plus all the work I have to do was really stressful. Also, I had a UTI back in Colombia, I wasn’t drinking enough water and I read that the strain might move my period a little.” you started rambling. For some reason, you felt jittery, almost anxious at the look on the Doctor’s face. She had a grin in her face, really big and excited.

“That may delay your period for two weeks, but it won't magically make it disappear, dear.” She read the results once more and nodded to herself. “As I suspected, you are pregnant.”

“W-w-what?” you mumbled. “But I didn’t pee on the stick.” clearly, your brain had short-circuited.

“I have some pregnancy tests if you wish to take them yourself, but the blood analysis is pretty accurate.” she offered with a nice smile. You nodded and took the box going to the bathroom, trying to focus on reading the instructions.

The stick said you were pregnant. And you knew exactly who was the father.

You sighed at the papers you were reading, the office already empty, way past dinner time. Since catching Escobar, hours were cut short, but to you they were really slow. Steve wasn’t there, he had left a few weeks ago, Javier obviously wasn’t there. It was just you, some files and occasionally some booze to help you relax before sleeping. Thankfully, you would be leaving shortly.

On your way back to the apartment complex you stopped by a grocery store. You needed ice cream, and lots of chocolate, and some chips. Probably some booze too. You had bought a flask of whisky that reminded you of Javier, although whisky might not be your first choice of booze.

That same flask almost fell to the ground when you saw goddam Javier Peña entering his apartment, a big suitcase by his side.

He also noticed you, the dark bags under your eyes and messy hair evidence of your hard work. 

“Oh my god” you whispered, unbelieving. You walked and hugged him, relieved to see him again. “You are back?” you stupidly asked.

“Yeah, they want my intel and help to track down the Cali Cartel.” he answered.

“Well, that’s weird.”

“What?”

“My orders are to finish paperwork and return to Miami. They didn’t tell me to stay to help.”

“Well, it’s a different operation this time, more discreet.” he tried to hint you that it wasn’t just DEA business anymore, it was more a CIA kind of work. You invited him to your apartment, that had two boxes of things you were going to give to charity, you didn’t need all this stuff back home, you already had them.

He explained his situation while you shared the flask of whisky and bid good night like the old times, no kisses or sex, or nothing like that. Which was fine.

Everything was fine for the next few days. Javier even helped you pack your stuff and sort it out. The night before returning home he offered to go to the bar you always went to with Steve and him on Friday’s or Saturday’s (sometimes even a Monday)

Both of you drank like you always had, but instead of bidding goodnight and going to bed separately, you both had sex. Again. It was probably a coping mechanism, the way both of you said goodbye to each other. Such a complicated method.

So, so complex that now you were pregnant.

With a child.

Javier's child.

It had to be his, you only had sex with him within the last 3 months. Since Colombia you hadn’t have sex.

This was bad. It was complicated. You didn’t plan for a child; working at the DEA (chasing after Escobar) left you almost no time to think about dating, much more less building a fucking family. 

Could you do this? Hell yeah, you are an awesome strong woman.

What you couldn’t do was tell Javier.

When you came out the private room, you were fidgeting with your hands, Connie came and took them. “I’m pregnant.” you blurted out. Connie looked at you shocked; then you noticed little baby Olivia wasn’t on her arms.

Steve, in all his blonde mustache glory stood with his daughter on his arms, looking as shocked as Connie. “What?” he asked.

“Who is the father?” Connie inquired.

“What are you doing here?” You asked Steve.

“I came to pick up my wife and daughter for dinner. Why don’t you come with us and tell us more about this?” You nodded out of inertia, but you looked at your hands while walking, Connie hooking her arm with one of yours.

As you sat on traffic, you tentatively touched your belly. It was... normal. No kicking, no large or really hard belly. It was like there was nothing there.

You would have declined dinner if you knew the questionnaire that would come from the Murphy’s. Well, questionnaire would be an exaggeration, but you didn’t really like the single question they were asking.

“Who’s the father?” 

“I- I can’t tell you.”

“Why? We don’t know him?” you sighed and reassigned. You knew they would ask forever.

“Please, please, please you have to promise me you won’t tell anybody. Both of you.” you looked pointedly at Steve. He nodded but held your gaze, trying to figure out what you were really trying to say. A second later he muttered something.

“Jesus fucking christ.”

“What?” Connie asked but soon realized. “Oh, no way. Javier?”

“It’s Javier.” you confirm their suspicions.

“Are you certain?” Connie asked.

“Of course.” you paused and then added. “You can’t tell him Steve.”

“What? Why?” he sounded slightly offended.

“I should tell him first. He should hear it from me.”

“I can’t believe this. The minute I come back home you two just pound at each other.”

“It wasn’t like that, and technically you were still in Colombia the first time.”

“The first time?” he asked with a chuckle, he looked very happy.

“The second time I was the one leaving!” you paused, moving the food around your plate. “How the fuck am I going to tell him? I can’t just call him and be like, ‘hey I’m pregnant and you are the father. How’s the Cali stuff going?’. This kind of news aren’t told over a call.”

“But it’s different, it’s not a normal situation. Javier could be in Colombia for years.” Steve reminded you.

“It wouldn’t make a difference. He can’t come back until his work is done.” You rolled your eyes, there was no good alternative.

“So you plan to just hide this from him?” Connie asked, her look full of pity, if it was for you or Javier, you didn't know.

“Only until I know he’s coming back. I’ll check on him every once in a while. I’ll need you to call him too, Steve. I don’t want him to suspect me.” He sighed but nodded nonetheless. You sighed as well, a million thoughts racing through your head.

You called Javier that same week. Of course, it was unexpected for him but really welcome. Colombia was not rainbows and sunshine. “So how’s the Cartel treating you?”

“It’s a fucking nightmare, but hopefully it won’t take long. I can't talk too much over the phone about this, who knows who might be listening.” he sighed, sounding really 

“Yeah, you are right.” for a minute, you thought about telling him. Then you decided. “Please take care and be careful.”

“Of course compañera.” he assured, you could practically hear the smirk in his lips. After ending the call, you pressed the heels of your palms in your eyes. How in the world were you going to tell him?

–––––– 

A month turned into two, and then five months flew by in the blink of an eye. Javier was not coming back for the time being and your belly was starting to pop. Your head was still working on how in the world were you going to tell Javier, which was the only problem you had right now. It wasn’t even a big problem, if Javier wanted an out of fatherhood he was free to go, but you had been so happy since day two (day one was a full shock) that you honestly didn’t care.

You were getting way too ahead of yourself. Maybe Javi wanted to be a father and he would be really happy with the little baby. But that wasn’t the Javier you knew, and that’s why you were so afraid to tell him. 

Today looked like the best day to tell him. You were going to probably get to know if the little baby was a girl or a boy. You were waiting patiently for him to pick up the call in the hospital public phone. After a while, he picked up.

“Hello?” his voice sounded gruff and stressed.

“Hi, compañero. How are you?” you asked, a hand on your belly.

“As fine as I can be here,” he answered. “What did you want?” he asked abruptly, almost tired of talking to you. It stinged a little.

“I just called to check in…” you lied, maybe it wasn’t the best time to tell him after all.

“I’m going to be as clear as I can. Don’t call me, unless you are fucking dying.” you felt a piercing pain in your throat, a tight knot forming, making it really difficult to talk.

“Fine.” you hissed and hanged the phone, tears slipping down your cheeks. Fucking hormones. Fucking Javier. 

Connie, who was waiting for you anxiously to come back, hugged you. “It’s okay sweetie, it’s okay.” you nodded and wiped your tears.

“I’m okay. I just need to focus on my baby and myself right now.” you told her and rubbed your belly.

“Of course honey.”

––––––– 

It had been a really smooth and sweet pregnancy, you were really happy with your 5th month old baby boy Francisco. He was really sweet, but he had so, so much of his father, the resemblance was uncanny. Deep brown sweet eyes, and a mop of soft brown hair.

Javier had not called you since that horrible last call. You knew he called Steve every once in a while, but you asked Steve please not to tell you anything about him. Both Murphy’s just assumed you had told Javier about the pregnancy and that he had not taken it well.

This was a lie. Javier had no idea you were pregnant, much more less with his child. But he was still in Colombia, so unless you told him he would not hear it from anyone. 

It hurted you deeply, not being able to tell your son who his father was. However, all around your house there were pictures of Steve, Javi and yourself from Colombia. Connie and Olivia were there too, even Carillo. 

Anyways, the baby was too young to notice the absence of his father. Maybe by the time Francisco starts wondering about daddy, Javier would be around the USA to talk.

Your son cooed and asked to be held up, it was time for his nap. Just in time, you thought, Steve was coming over to pick him up as you were going to meet your best friend in an hour or so. Your baby boy soon fell asleep, you held him in against your chest, rocking him gently.

Then the doorbell rang.

“Steve, you are early. Fran just fell asleep.” you told Steve. But it wasn’t Steve. Javier fucking Peña stood in the door way, his eyes looking at your son. You frowned and tried to hide Francisco’s face sneakily from him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too, compañera.” he said, but his mind was not entirely focused on whatever he was saying. His mind was in the baby, and about how quickly you had moved on.

“Don’t compañera me.” you hissed, in a hushed tone, the baby in your arms sleeping soundly. “Come in.” you told him, as you turned around to leave your baby on his cradle. 

Javier looked around, looking for any sign of the baby’s father. But he only found pictures of you, Steve, Connie, baby Olivia and other people he knew. Then he started thinking, what if the baby was his child?

No, that’s not possible. 

“So?” you asked, really anxious. You had no idea he would be here. You were not prepared for this. But really, would you ever be prepared?

“I came to apologize.” Javier simply said, his hands on his hips.

“Took you a little long.” you said, rubbing your hands together. “If you apologized sooner I could have…”

“Could have what?” you exhaled and sighed, trying not to cry. 

“You are not supposed to be here.” you whisper, your voice cracking softly as you sit on your sofa. Javier sat by your side and you felt the weight of your decisions constrict your chest, making it harder to breath.

You were a horrible, horrible person. How could you deny him knowing he was a father? That he had a child? It didn’t matter how angry you felt, or how much of an asshole he had been. The baby was made by both of you. He had the right to know.

“I’m sorry.” he was not sure why, but he really was sorry. You shook your head, and started to tell him that you were sorry, repeating like a prayer. “Hey, hey” he tried to calm you down, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “Breath, baby. Breath.” you complied, breathing deeply. After a minute of silence you took his rough big hand and held it, squeezing it slightly.

“Javier, I got news for you.” you started, and felt his hand tense. “The baby boy, Francisco, he’s your son, our son.” He looked at you, his eyes wide, looking like a deer in the headlights. “That time I called you, I was pregnant, and I wanted to tell you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me after?”

“You told me not to call you unless I was fucking dying.” you exhaled and stood up. “Look you don’t have to be involved if you don’t want to, I had Francisco because I wanted to, but I didn't expect anything from you.”

“Not getting involved? What are you talking about?” he asked offended.

“I’m sorry, and I mean no offense, but you don't strike as the kind of guy who would want a family, or children.”

“And what the fuck do you know?” he raised his voice a little, making you cringe a little.

“I’m sorry, and I can’t do anything to return back time.” you told him sincerely. A loud whine was heard from your room, where the crib was. You sighed and went to your room, to calm Francisco down. Unbeknownst to you, Javier followed you looking how you delicately held him and rocked him. The baby’s eyes were still closed, he was just a little disturbed.

You looked at the door frame, Javier stood there, looking at the child. You walked to him, your intentions clear. “Do you want to hold him?” you asked your voice soft and soothing. Javier gulped, feeling suddenly nervous, he didn’t know how to hold a baby, what if he dropped him? “Don’t worry, I’ll help.” you offered, a kind smile in your face.

Javier extended his arms and you walked closer, softly passing your son to Javier’s big arms. Francisco whined a little and Javier’s face cringed, making you smile. “Hold him against you,” you helped, gently pushing his arms, closer to his chest. Francisco was fast asleep again. Javier just looked at him, marveled. You guide him to the sofa, making him sit there with your son. “I’ll be right back.” you tell him, and at the panicked face he made, you had to quiet your laugh. “You’ll be fine.”

You called your best friend, telling her you wouldn’t be able to meet her. When you stepped back on the living room, someone knocked on the door, it must be Steve. You opened the door and gestured to him to be quiet, pointing at the couch, were Javi sat (finally) relaxed.

Steve did not enter the house as you promised to call later. You returned to the living room and sat beside them, contemplating how peaceful they looked. Javier had moved your son, laying him against his broad chest. You caressed the baby’s hair, looking at him with doe eyes.

“Want to stay for dinner?” you asked standing up. Javier nodded and then lay his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes. You smiled and entered your bedroom to change your clothes into something more comfortable.

You had nothing figured out, but you were happy knowing your son had a loving father to grow up with. You’ll figure your relationship out (if there was going to be one).

After some minutes, you heard some gurgles coming from the living room. Javi fell asleep, and Francisco was wide awake, looking at his father curiously, moving his little hands. You took the baby from him, kissing his chubby face. “Your daddy is sleeping, baby. C’mon, let’s give you some mashed banana.” you told him, caressing Javier’s hair back.

You spent some long 20 minutes feeding and nursing your baby boy while you also checked dinner. Javier, still fast asleep on the couch, woke up with a start, touching his chest, as if missing something. “Where’s the baby?” he asked, looking around.

“He’s here, Javier.” you told him from the kitchen, a silly smile on your face. Javier sat by the table, feeling self conscious at the baby’s gaze over him. His son’s arms moved up and down, talking unintelligible gibberish. “He likes you.” you commented, cleaning his chubby face. Javier held his hand out and Francisco took one of his fingers, squeezing with his baby strength. Javi’s heart skipped a beat.

Eating together was really weird, but at the same time it felt right. You noticed Javier’s tired face and wondered if he came straight from the airport. So you asked, sparking some conversation. You talked about what finally happened with the Cali Cartel.

“You got a place to stay?” you asked, but you knew the answer. “You can stay here if you want. Hotel’s are really expensive right now.”

“You sure?” you nodded. You forgot how well you clicked with Javier, it was a nice reminder.

He helped you with the dishes, and then went to shower, getting his suitcase for clean clothes. You prepared Francisco for bed, giving him his formula bottle after changing his diapers.

You saw Javier getting out of the bathroom, and thankfully had the decency to wear full pajamas, you would have fainted at the view of his bare chest.

“So, I’ll go to the couch, do you have a blanket?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked. “I was going to tell you to sleep in the bed with me. We already shared a bed before, so I don’t see a problem. Plus, I could use the help if Francisco wakes up.” you commented with a cocky smirk. You usually wore just a t-shirt to bed, but today you had to use full pajamas, like Javi did.

“Okay.” Javier said, not really convinced. Francisco was asleep already, his father caressed his little hand with his finger. You were already under the covers, ready to hit the bed, Javier looked tired too.

He laid down, under the covers as well, looking at the ceiling. He moved looking at you, you were both face to face, generous space between both of you. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head, and took his hands on yours.

“Sleep Javi, you look tired.” you kissed the back of his hands and closed your eyes, sleep getting the best of you. Javi smiled, his face soft, getting a little closer, leaving his hand on yours, then he shut his eyes. He had never felt more at home. 

[thisisdestiel]

“Barbuldia” - (A uproar, mess, racket)

Balbuldia is make fingerguns with your hands give a job to militiamen, Killing a councilwoman, musician and a man holding an umbrella not a gun. “Balburdia” is killing out pension reform, is closing universities, is making others to stop thinking because you don’t agree with them. Balbuldia is having voted for Bolsonaro and not being sorry yet.

What an important day the Brazilians Students are having! It’s history being made on the streets today

After Bolsonaro announces a cut of 30% of resources for our public university students from the whole country are going to streets todays thousands and thousands are right now out there fighting for their rights of education

Our Universities are not a bedlam like Bolsonario supporters like to say we don’t stay around naked and smoking weed WE are this country’s future, science and economics. It’s easy for them to say when they never even were inside one. Our struggles are daily, lots of classes are cancelled everyday for no professors, our building are falling apart, our researching our science being taken away from us, from the country cause they don’t have money go continue. What kind of president blackmail people saying that if this ridiculous pension reform gets approved he will give our education money back? Our universities are being closed, for no money! When will they understand that with no education we are no one, no future, no progress we are nothing

This is happening right now! All over the country!

Education is our right! Take your filthy hands off our Education Bolsonaro “Balburdia” is your Crapy and shitty government. When we all kinds of people, Black, Poor, LGBT, Women all of us have finally a equal right to study in a university how dare you come and take this aways from us? Screw you. We will win

@brasilian-bs

[impulseduel]

"Can I kiss you?" seto askin after a date bc yes,

they’ve only been properly seeing each other a few weeks, and it seems his companion is yet to drop the decorum with him. of course, there were months of illicit glances and not-so-subtle excuses to touch one another in any available capacity that came before, but few kisses.

they spend the evening leading up to it sharing dinner at a local diner, one jou used to frequent with his parents back when his family was whole, though he hadn’t shared the significance of the place with the other. he likes seto, quite a bit, but he couldn’t manage to get the words out when he’d inquired about where they were headed for the evening. instead, he watches seto nervously through dinner, watching his face, his eyes for tells that he secretly hates the crapy, rundown place that jou keeps oh so close to his own crappy, rundown heart.

it’s striking to watch seto in the booth opposite him, carefully considering his stained menu, surrounded by all things old and unkept and decided not high-class. the backdrop against seto’s choice of clothing, the way he holds himself, it’s so bizarre that it only mounts jou’s anxiety. but   worries fade as they settle into conversation. jou makes him laugh and the unexpected cadence of it, coupled with that momentary grin, puts him at ease. he thinks about what those lips would feel like smiling against his.

when he drives jou home afterwards, a routine they’ve fallen into after a few dates, seto parks, offers to walk him to his apartment. it’s in front of his door that he asks- can I kiss you?- and, for once, jou is thankful for seto’s formality, if only to give him a chance to steady himself. 

a blush overtakes his features, heat travelling up to cheeks, to chest, to quickened heartbeat. slowly, slowly, he nods, and inwardly curses himself for never thinking just to ask him to kiss before. closing space between them, but waiting for the taller to initiate ( he was the one to ask to kiss him, after all, so may as well let him do it ), he cranes his neck upwards, raising himself to his full height, and-

holy shit. was it going to be like this every time?

“wow.” it slips past lips without his awareness, and hopefully goes unnoticed by his companion in their shared daze. when seto finally pulls away- and it is a mystery to jou just how long it’s been- he’s all dizzy, giddy grins and hands reaching out to take seto’s own. “thank you. for that.” pause for him to let out a little, head-high chuckle. “would you, uh, want to do that again?”

[palmsisthebomb]

Last night I went down an internet rabbit hole in search of information on and reactions to the Crapi Apartments on Overland Avenue in Palms. I suggest you do this, too, but this 2015 search result from Ellen Bloom is especially illuminating.

According to Ellen, Crapi Apartments (and the Chee-Zee Apartments around the corner) are both jokes of the owner of National Promotions and Advertising, now known as Alchemy Media, which specializes in outdoor advertising. Alchemy’s office is also located down the block on Overland in the building with the giant hot dog on it. What a bunch of jokesters.

Thank you, Ellen Bloom! Thank you, Alchemy Media!

[vikingrunemaiden]

Life man

Some days just feel like they drag on forever and then other days it's like "where did the time go". I mean before I knew it i was out of high school, working crapy retail jobs. Then I was getting married and moving into our first apartment. BAM! 5 YEAR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION! Move across the country, have a baby. I did some community college in there too. Moved across the country again. WAM! 10 YEAR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION! and my kid is 2 now. Now me and the spouse are trying for kid number 2. How did so much happen in what felt like a few years. But truth be told, it may have gone fast, but we made some damn good memories. I just need to take more pictures.

[yourdreamscenarios]

The Bodyguard I part 2

Characters: Jungkook / OC Genre: Bodyguard AU Word count: 3,443

Summary: You’ve always thought that you were fine on your own. Even though life was hard, you’d never had trouble standing up for yourself. That was until the death of your mother decides to throw your world up side down. Taking extra measures to protect you, your father hires Jeon Jungkook. The handsome looking bodyguard who is supposed to protect you twenty four seven. Yet, you don’t want him around and you’re surely not planning on making things easy for him... His pretty face isn’t going to get him in your favor, he’ll have to work for it.

Part 1

Staring up at the ceiling you tried to find the encouragement you needed to get out of bed and get ready for school. You’d say that for a person who actually pleaded to go to school that you’d be a little bit more motivated than this. But due to circumstances you found yourself no where near the mood to get up. All night yesterday’s events had been playing through your head. It had taken a very long time before you had been calm enough to actually lay down in bed and stop pacing through the room. There had been so many thoughts filling your head. The conversation with your father, Jungkook’s stare. They way he had assured you that he would do his job, no matter if you told him to leave. There was something about him though, that had caused his face to swim round and round in your mind all night. There wasn’t a single cell inside of your body that wanted a bodyguard. You were a normal high school student. 

Apart from annoying classmates who threw some ugly words at you and teachers who would overload you with homework you had nothing to worry about. You had never felt threatened or in danger before while being out. Your father was exaggerating and once again you were the victim of that. By now your mom’s voice should have reached out for you already, telling you to come downstairs and get your lazy ass out of bed. But now, nothing came, no matter how long you waited. Heaving a deep sigh you forced yourself to push yourself upright, the ceiling disappearing from your point of view. It was dark inside of the room and as you grabbed your phone from your nightstand to check the time the brightness stung your eyes. A frond escaped from your lips when you realized that if you wouldn’t get up now you’d be late. 

There no way you would give your father the satisfaction of hearing that you stayed home today. You couldn’t let him think that any of this matter to you because then he’d know how to get to you from now on. Until now that had always been your advantage, the fact that he had never gotten the time to know his own daughter. This now made it easier for you to trick him. As long as he thought that you weren’t bothered by what he did then he didn’t have anything to use against you. He wanted to let someone babysit you? Fine, but tat didn’t mean that you had to agree with it or that you had to make things easy for him. You weren’t someone who went down easily, and you sadly enough had to admit that was something you had inherited from him. Your mom hadn’t really been the kind of person who had bitten herself into things. 

Overall she’d had quite an easy life. For as long as you could remember she had never gone out working and she had stayed home to take care of you as your father had worked around the clock. She had always refused to take a nanny, not wanting you to get raised by strangers. Today you could only be thankful towards her that she had done such a thing. Thanks to her you’d felt as if you had had a family, as if you’d been a part of something, as if you’d at least meant something to someone. Rolling out of bed you shivered when your bare feet hit the cold tiles and even though they were still shining brightly you knew that later on today, after you left for class, Elena would come over to swop them. when you would come back here tonight it would look as if no one had ever been here, the bed neatly made, as if this room wasn’t your own anymore. 

Shuffling towards the bathroom you flickered on the bright lights, squeezing your eyes to get used to the new environment. The bathroom was your favorite place in the house. Even though you hated your father’s fortune and everything it stood for, you definitely didn’t hate this bathroom. A large bath was settled in the middle of the room, a shower in the corner. Baths were usually taken on crapy days, while you quickly took a shower if you didn’t have any time to spare. The mirror against the wall was enormous and your mother had always made sure that as a girl, you owned everything you could possibly need. Not that you often laid a hand on the make up she had bought for you. Brushing your fingers along the material of the dresser you could still remember the image of you as a little girl, sitting on a chair in front of that mirror. You had been so little you had barely been able to reach the damn thing. 

But you’d been having the time of your life while your mom had been trying to put your hair into small braids, making you feel like a lady. That part of you was long gone, the sweet girl curried deep inside of you. Feeling a familiar tug at your heard you quickly pushed the thoughts aside. Self pity wasn’t going to help you, it wouldn’t bring you any closer to figuring out what had happened to her, who had done this to her. The urge to know gnawed at you a little more and more every day. Somehow you got the feeling that your father wasn’t even trying to figure it out, or that he already knew but that he simply refused to tell you about it. Yet, the thoughts that your mom had died for nothing, that there was no one who cared enough to find out who had done this and try their best to get that person behind bars, actually broke you into pieces. 

You couldn’t just sit here and pretend as if everything was alright, you couldn’t just accept this and do nothing. You needed answers and justice. Getting towards the sink you splashed some cold water into your face, trying to ignore the worn out look inside of your eyes as you stared at your own reflection. Some day you would take revenge, and it would be sweet. In a slight hurry you got ready, freshening up and getting dressed. Leaving your hair down your shoulders in waves you hoped that would be enough to cover up the slight dark circles that were left because of the sleepless nights. Walking back into your room you walked towards the desk, grabbing your bag from the chair and swinging it over your shoulder. Slipping past your night stand you made sure to unplug your phone and slipped it into the pocket of your heads before making your way out of the room. Immediately you froze, suspiciously staring from side to side in the hallway. No Jungkook. 

There wasn’t a single movement inside of the corridor and finally your shoulders relaxed. Perhaps he had already left. Maybe he had changed his mind after thinking over what you had told him last night and he had run. You wouldn’t be surprised, more than once had one of your father’s employees been scared off because of your demeanor. Though somehow, you felt a slight pang of disappointment rip through you. He hadn’t seemed like the person who would give up so easily and a small part of you had hoped that he would be different. That maybe he wouldn’t just leave, forget about you and turn around as if he didn’t care about what happened to you. But who were you fooling? Those people, they were all the same/ they were here for one thing only, because of your father’s money. There wasn’t a single one that truly cared for you. The only one who seemed to have slightly earned your trust over the years was Elena, but only because she had been close to your mother as well.

Walking down the hall you passed the elevator and aimed for the stairs. Your socks patted against the floor as you took one step adder age other, heading straight towards the kitchen. Throwing your bag down on one of the chairs you enjoyed the silence inside of the house. When Elena had first started working here she had always made you breakfast. From pancakes to muffins, sometimes even waffles. After a while though you had asked her to stop, you no longer enjoyed those things now that you had to sit at the table all by yourself. The food no longer tasted as good. Wiggling towards one of the cabinets you got out a bowl, placing it on the counter before setting off towards the fridge. Usually you kept breakfast quick, you didn’t have the time to prepare some fancy meal so you usually stuck to your favorite cereal. 

It was fast and efficient, and it kept you going all the way to lunch. spotting the brick of mils you reached for it and stepped back to close the refrigerator. “You’re late.” The words appeared out of nowhere and so suddenly that your heart skipped a beat inside of your chest. Gasping loudly you scrambled back against the counter, the milk slipping from your grasp and crashing onto the floor. Jungkook was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room, the expression on his face unreadable but a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Shocked your glance lingered between him and the doorway, wondering how it was possible that you hadn’t heard him come in. It was so quiet in here, you’re sure you would have been able to hear anyone sneak in here. But it seemed like he hadn’t been lying last night, perhaps he was really good at his job. 

Glaring at him you watched the amused glint inside of his eyes and it made you want to go over to him and hit him. You couldn’t image that you had been wished he would have stayed a few minutes ago. You wanted him out, you couldn’t stand him looking at you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You growled, looking down on the mess that had been created. The white fluid was covering the entire floor, splashed against the cabinets and the wall. Your jeans was ruined with milk, your red blazer looking like a mess. Reaching for a towel you frantically tried to clean yourself up. Jungkook pushed himself off from the wall, moving as graceful as a cat, as if it didn’t cost him any effort at all. Just like yesterday he was wearing a black suit, tight around his shoulders and arms, the first two buttons of his white shirt left undone. Most girls would melt at the sight of him, the thought of a guy like him being so close to them almost unthinkable. 

With his agile fingers he grabbed a mob which was standing in the corner of the room, but before he could start you ripped it from his hands leaving him staring at you in surprise. “I can do it.” You groused, not wanting him to start cleaning the junk you had made. Why did everyone have to treat you like you were a little girl? You didn’t need anyone to baby you, the only person who had been allowed to do so wasn’t around anymore.  You could feel his attentive eyes on you as you began cleaning the floor in a hasty pace, knowing that if you wouldn’t leave soon you’d be late for class. Which reminded you of something. Sending him a dirty look, everything seemed to fall into place. “How do you know what time I get up?” You asked, remembering how he had called you out for not being on time. 

He shrugged his shoulders, standing back against the counter, towering in front of you. His hair was slightly messed up, as if he hadn’t been able to get out of bed himself this morning. “I asked the staff for your schedule. I have to know what time you leave for school so that I’m able to take you there.” He explained, as if that was the most normal thing in the world to say. Yet, your mood only worsened because of his words. Throwing the mob back on its previous spot you marched out of the room, stepping into your shoes before getting straight towards the door. “I don’t need a babysitter!” You roared, boiling with anger. Hearing the way he cleared his throat behind you, you turned on your heels, ready to stare him down furiously. Your bag was dangling from his finger, a mischievous expression on his face. Not able to control it you felt the way a blush started to travel up our neck, settling on your cheeks. 

Taking a deep breath you demanded yourself to remain calm as you rushed back to him, swallowing your pride. Someone had to rebuilt that handsome face of him so that he wouldn’t be so smug anymore. Ripping the bag from his hold you meant to leave again, but he stopped you. You lulled to a halt as he placed his hand against the wall, blocking your way. Tugging up your eyebrows you shot him a indignant look. “Excuse me?” You squealed, trying to make it seem as if you were outraged because he was getting so close to you. Yet, instead you were actually trying to slow down your fast beating hard, which was something you couldn’t allow to happen. He wasn’t the first handsome person who had ever been forced in your presence, you were supposed to be stronger than him. Yet, there was something about the way he searched eye contact with you that made you weak in the knees. 

“I’m not here to get to you. I’m only trying to help you.” He pointed out, but you sniffed at that. Straightening your shoulders you tried your hardest to hide your inner thoughts from him. He had no idea how he was getting to you, and you didn’t like it even the slightest bit. The only way you could go on with your peaceful life was if he would get out of it. Not only was he someone your father had forced into your life, he was also someone you didn’t need. Another person who would try to get into your life, throw things upside down, thinking they had something to say about you. You were sick and tired of being thrown from one side towards the other. It wouldn’t be the first time that you would believe that someone was actually trying to do what was best for you, only to have a knife jabbed into your back later on. “I just want you to leave me alone.” You repeated, still stuck in the same mind set as you had been last night. 

He seemed slightly disappointed, as if he had hoped that he might have been able to get through to you. Pushing himself off he rearranged his suit, tugging the jacket straight. All of a sudden he turned back into the professional man he had been before, a distant look inside of his eyes. Somehow you felt the need to tell him that he shouldn’t take it personal bubble inside of you. That was the thing about all the staff inside of this house, it never got personal, that was the deal. Straightening up your shoulders you continued your way down the hall, sensing him following you right on your heels. Fisting your hands next to your sides you really tried to stop yourself from lashing out on him. This was insane. “You haven’t had breakfast, do you want us to stop somewhere so we can get you something?” He suddenly asked behind you, a strained sound mixed with his friendly words. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d driven a usually friendly person to get to the point where they completely hated you. You always told yourself that you didn’t care, what they thought of you wasn’t your problem. 

“I’m not hungry.” You muttered softly, swinging your bag over your shoulder as you pulled the doors open and got outside. Extending the large stairs you quickly tried to walk towards your car, the small Mini Cooper you had bought of your own money when you had gone out working this summer. Back then you had still had the support of your mother when you had announced that you weren’t accepting a single dime from your father to buy yourself your own car and you wanted to save for it yourself. She’d had your back and she was the reason why that car was parked on the porch right now. “Where are you going?” Jungkook asked behind you, surprising you by grabbing a hold of the lug of your bag, holding you back. His power surprised you as you were unable to put even another single foot forwards. Stuttering slightly you tried to brush him off, but he was strongly holding on, refusing to let you go. 

“We’re taking the other car.” He remarked, his finger pointed towards the black vehicle beside your small one. The windows were tinted so not even a single soul was able to see who was sitting inside of the car. It looked like it was bulletproof, and it could be used in war. Not the kind of thing you wanted to arrive in when getting to school. “I’m not getting in there.” You quickly informed him stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest and digging your feet into the pavement. Your car was your pride, it was the one thing the students at school actually admired you for. There was no way you were going to give that up. Being who you were was already hard enough without you father trying to interfere with your school life. “You can come voluntarily or I can carry you.” Jungkook suddenly said, as if it was a reminder which didn’t make a single room for discussion, but if he thought that you weren’t planning on arguing with him then you were very wrong. 

Spinning around to face him you took a big step forward until you were standing right in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t get defensive, as if he somehow knew that you wouldn’t get aggressive towards him. “Listen to me, you muscle pig. You may be hired by my dad, but if you want to keep this job livable for yourself you better start listening to what I’m saying. I’m the one you have to work with, not my father. I’m saying we’re taking my car and if that doesn’t please you then you can walk. Am I clear?” You growled, and even found yourself lifting your finger and pocking it against his chest. You tried to ignore the feeling of muscle underneath his shirt, while he wasn’t even trying to flex them. You really didn’t want to know what he was hiding underneath those clothes, it had to be the dream body of any man. Yet, he surprised you by suddenly enclosing his hand around that finger, holding it still midair. All your nerves tingled at the places he touched you, causing your breath to catch inside of your throat. 

His dark eyes were drilling right into yours, and you could tell that he was going over his options inside of his head. “Fine, we’ll take your car. But if I start working for you, I want you to stop working against me. This isn’t going to work if you’re going to try to get me out the door before I even put a single foot in.” He shot back, and you felt your jaw clench at the deal he was proposing. Everything he said went completely against your personal plan. It was your goal to get him out, not to suddenly start getting him into your team instead of your father’s. In the end they always went back to him, none of them could be trusted. But somehow, as you stared deep inside of his brown eyes, you couldn’t help yourself as your answer rolled off your tongue. “You better don’t disappoint me Jeon Jungkook, otherwise I’ll have your ass whipped, and then it won’t matter how strong you are.” You snarled before you broke free out of his grip, turning to walk back towards the car. But you had still been in time to see the way his eyes had lit up with amusement. 

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